Just some short messin around stuff I wrote a while back




Saturday Comes once a year.

The rain trickles in the gutters, there’s a train in the distance…..
I sit alone and life ponders me.

All my acquaintances are not friends, all my brotherhood gone.
There is only me, the rain in the gutters and me.

Sharp dark thoughts pierce me skin, then flow out with the ink to the page.
I have become angrily calm to a point of happiness.

As my reality drowns, what is true is scuttled to the floor.
Devine conversation is one sided, and as I talk to my self I grow old.

These thoughts and times must be vanquished by stature alone.
Still I wonder if the mirror will allow all these things to pass.

So I sit, only me and the rain in the gutters….